I wish that the world was a perfect place
where we could all live without being harmed
Realistically this world is a disgrace
our solace coming in the form of arms

I wish that the world was not such a mess
Terrorists and guns, I can't find the love
There's blood on his hair, there's blood on her dress
will we ever find strength to rise above?

I wish that we could be beautiful once more
Too many are lost, too many are gone
No more soldiers to ever hit the floor
of this ugly place that we dare call home

If ever are we to share a kind heart
we must first decide to give love a start